I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
The wind howls in from the south southwest,
blowing dust and banging shutters.
Bouncing over the low sparse brush,
tumbleweeds scurry by,
Hurrying to make it to the river by dusk.
The raging wind batters
With the fury of Mongol forces
Sweeping across the desert
The clumps of tall, stiff grasses
Unable to run before the enemy
Groveling like peasants
Refusing to break